It was planned to be the Burg wedding of the century. The man who owned the best ass in Trenton and the woman who blew up cars were finally going to tie the knot after all they had put everybody through. It looked like God himself approved of this marriage. The weather was more than perfect. The flower arrangement was magically elegant. The cello and the organ were skillfully played in harmony. The church was crowded with excited but surprisingly well-behaved guests. And for once the grandmother of the groom was not trying to put the Eye on anybody, while the mother of the bride was all smile and just a tiny little bit tipsy.
The family and friends of both parties gave a collective "Wow" as the tall, dark and extremely handsome groom walked to the alter with a enchantingly dazzling smile on his movie star face. Minutes later, the bride showed up in a lovely yet sexy creamy wedding dress. The quests dutifully wowed again as if they had never seen a more beautiful bride. Just as she was about to walk down the aisle to the man who had fingered her in his father's garage when she was but six years of age, there came a crack of thunder right above the church, barely after a flash of lightning penetrated the stained glass windows and hit the bride in her head. She crumbled to the floor, twitching, frothing and convulsing uncontrollably for a few second and became still.
All Chaos broke loose. Men and women shouted for help or screamed in terror, the big orange drooling dog standing beside the groom howled, and the hamster in the glass aquarium held by the bridesmaid screeched. Quite a few guests from the Police, Fire Departments and EMT, along with the bride's father and close friends rushed to her side. Her mother gave out a shrill "Why me?" and fainted in her grandmother's arms. About a dozen people called 911. Twenty-five people went down on their knees and prayed. Fifty-nine people Twittered, Facebooked, and/or took pictures with their cell phones. The rest simply stood on their toes waiting in excitement. Nobody noticed that the groom just stayed where he was, looking down at his shining brand new black shoes the whole time. His mouth a grim thin line.
"That's it," He said loud and clear through clenched teeth, attracting everyone's attention. "I've have had enough."
And than he walked out of the church without a backward glance. His family and friends froze in shocked silence, gaping at what was taking place in front of them. His mother grabbed her mother-in-law by the elbow and stumbled to follow the pride and joy of their clan. Her other family members quickly took their leave in hushed silence. The majority of the groom's colleagues stared at his back in stunned disgust and disbelief. Some of them tried to go after him, but were stopped by the unconscious bride's father.
"He's not worth it," The older man said calmly, holding his daughter's hand with both of his. "I've have had enough of him too."